Does someone saying 'yuck' about your food put you off it?

Yes. When I was married the first time my then-husband bad mouthed just about every single thing I cooked. After a couple of months I stopped cooking for him all together. It made him mad but I just couldn’t stand to hear him make fun of me anymore. After my kids were born I started to cook again. My oldest was one of the pickiest eaters on earth and complained about every single thing I cooked – like father like son. I had exactly the reaction you describe, that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, especially with the both of them telling me how awful the food is. Contrary to what some people seem to think, cooking is work and it is frustrating as heck when one’s work isn’t appreciated.

Fast forward a few years, I am divorced and remarried, my current husband prefers home cooking and has supported my efforts to learn to cook creatively. He has taught the children that they have no choice but to taste what I make and if they do not enjoy it they are simply allowed to say “I don’t prefer this.” It is sooo nice to cook and not be bad mouthed for it and I am finally gaining some confidence in my ability to put decent food on the table.

I think @SuperMouse really hit the nail on the head. I live with a house full of extremely finicky eaters, and I find that I don’t love to cook anymore. The turned up noses and complaints make it less appealing to me, and it also takes the joy out of preparing the food.

If it were little kids I don’t think it would bother me, but I would try to correct that behavior. If it were teens or adults it probably would. It doesn’t bother me at all if someone does not like aparticular food and passes on something I have prepared, but saying yuck isn’t nice.

Sounds to me like you are having an emotional reaction to what the kids are saying, not to the actual taste of the food. My kids are picky too, last week I roasted a whole chicken with quinoa stuffing. My daughter pouted because I didn’t make couscous with it; my son didn’t like anything but the chicken.

So what happens for me is not that the dinner tastes bad, but that I end up with way more food than I can eat, and leftovers that no one except me will touch. It takes the enjoyment out of dinner time.

Not in the least, my taste buds are usually a pretty good guide & I stick with their judgement regardless of any outside interference.

@zenvelo I did think that it was emotional. I though it was interesting that it also happened this morning when I was eating a tomato and she was eating cereal.

No, it doesn’t. Not if I like what is on a plate before me.

no, when we say “yuck” we usually mean it looks gross or smells gross but we will still eat it anyway. it’s just a first reaction people do when they see something they don’t like but in most cases we eat the food before us.

Nope.

Each time I attempt to order a steak, my wife says, “yuck, are you going to eat that dead animal carcus?”

So, naturally, I just order fish or chicken, instead.

Maybe, this is why I am still so healthy.

@john65pennington I never understood why some people think a dead cow is more upsetting than a dead chicken or fish? One girlfriend of mine when I was very young said her family looked at it like cows are mammals so it is almost like cannibalism, since they are at the same part of the food chain as us. The thing is they really aren’t. I am not even sure being a mammal necessarily puts an animal at the top? Killer sharks might turn that idea on its head. Not sure how science looks at that sortofnthing, so many years since I was in high school.

I like a plate of Whitebait occasionally but the first time my wife was with me when I had a plateful she wanted to try one if I removed the head. “Fair enough” I said and promptly removed a head at which the guts were exposed to which she said “YUCK” and a few other things. She actually made my stomach turn so as I couldn’t eat many more and as we were in Cyprus at the time there were a few cats around the outdoor restaurant that got a good feed that night.

No, I tend to usually think of them as narrow minded rather than being grossed out about what I chose to make/order. Children are excluded, they’re allowed to be picky. But when I order sushi or squid and my friend goes “ewwww!!!” I’m like “shut up, why don’t you try it before you hate on it, little child? Boom!”

Nope. For me food is all about smell and taste. I’m an adventurous eater and I always like to try stuff out. I’ve discovered many favourites that way. Many favourites that are ‘Ew’ to lots of people I know.

I dunno. I think we have outlawed the saying of “yuck” at our dinner table. Just like “duh” and “your face.”

“Yuck” does put other people off their feed, and we are trying to train our son that it is very impolite to do that. He is allowed to not eat things he doesn’t like, so long as he takes a taste or maybe a bit more. But I want them to be used to seeing different kinds of foods so they can be more adventuresome when they grow up.

Yes, they have changed our cooking habits. We don’t do fish very much any more. I don’t mind that too much although I wonder what’s not to like about swordfish or sole or even salmon. I’m not fond, however, of fish bones.

My wife has, in her retirement, started to take up cooking and she tries to cook for the kids, which is generally not to my liking. In theory, I like the idea of her cooking because it gives me time off, but after a little while, I’m chomping to be back in the saddle because I’d rather eat food I like than pablum food my kids won’t complain about.

No but I have no kids. I’ll bet if I had more than one kid and I cooked for them daily, they’d wear me down over time with enough yucks to where I wouldn’t be excited about cooking much anymore. It would be routine basic nutrition without the joy and I’d likely end up going out to eat or cooking for co workers or friends as treats.

No, it wouldn’t bother. If I enjoy what’s on my plate, then it doesn’t matter to me what anyone else thinks.

I usually hit the mark most times on what I cook.
However, there have been times that I tried a new recipe that just didn’t work out. I myself knew it was a yuck and something I would not make again. I usually would not server something that came out a yuck to me. The yuck ones turn into funny stories for the most part in a “Do you remember when you made that god awful…..”

My five year old is learning her manners (slowly). What I’m talking about is when that ‘yuck’ is out there and the strange, physical reaction I get.